Hiruandan

From what I’m led to believe, this means a “a lamp at noon”, a metaphor for someone who doesn’t stick out. Hi, me! Beyond that, it’s also a song from Guilty Gear 2 Overture OST. And even further beyond that, today walking home from BART, the lamps were all on. All of the lamp posts in the parking lot, the ones on the street, all turned on. Of course, it took me a while to notice, after all, that metaphor doesn’t exist for no reason. I’m not even sure if it’s unnatural for the lights to be on, it might just be the first day I’ve noticed. I was wondering why they were on, since I hadn’t heard news of any incoming eclipses or end of the world type deals from anywhere. Of course, I’m terrible at keeping abreast of news, I only figured out last night that the Bay Bridge is closed again.  But the eclipse hasn’t happened yet! So maybe I am not too off on the news on that count.

I’m thinking about being a dentist. I figure, it makes good money, good hours, and I don’t have to write a book or something like you would for being a doctor. And, if I end up hating my job, I might actually have the funds to go back to school to find something I actually like. Terrible plan, I know. Furthermore, my job description is “I am the man who rips the teeth from your mouth with EXTREME PREJUDICE. Your mouth is my domain.” Something about that REALLY appeals to me. Also, the irony of me having terrible teeth. I love the image of me revving up a power drill and turning around with a deranged rictus on my face. That’s right, I’m aiming to become the scariest dentist of all time! The kids’ll hate me. >>;

I beat Battle Moon Wars recently, yay! That last mission sucked balls. Fuck you, defence support. Fuck you, cross-screen field attack. Fuck you, status-inducing moves. And now I’ve started New Game +. I know, isn’t that just great, I’m at it again >>;.

So, for now, I’m off…to pick classes. Ah, fuck.

Listening to: Owl City – Vanilla Twilight.

“force into their flesh the natural laws of when they were human for a new baptism to destroy them”

Thoughts on Accountancy

My mum suggested I be an accountant, since I don’t have much of a clue what I wanted to do. Accounting seems so…boring and dead-end. Not to mention I hate math, even though it is basic math. But basic math is also so very boring. I imagine being an accountant would land me in a job where I’m damned to a cubicle for all eternity crunching numbers. A job for zombies, I feel. Do I really want that?

Oh, and I also hate econ, don’t they have something to do with each other?

Listening to: Owl City – Umbrella Beach.

asphalt, think about it

My Hair, argh

For some reason there is a shitload of static cling in my hair, making it go insane right now ><.

English today was crappy as usual, I have half a book worth of notes to crap out tonight, fuck doing them for real, I will use Sparknotes for most of the end shit. Fuck the war notes too. Duffey asked me what my favorite book was and such, I declined to say. Somehow, I feel she would fuck it up for me with some analysis shit or something like that >>;.  Analysis ruins books for me, I’d probably enjoy the two books I was reading more if it weren’t for the damn analysis and notes and such.

Gov, it was noted that her notes came from the book site’s outlines, seeing as she directly printed it out on overhead transparencies to copy notes from. Pwnt.

Things have been relatively quiet though. Tomorrow’s the last day of school…then a four day weekend that will be GRACIOUSLY accepted. I’m thinking of using the time wisely…meaning I want to go to San Francisco one of those days, go to pier 39 and get me an old guy flat cap and repatriate my Gamecube…I want at some Smash Bros. to tide me over until March…when BRAWL hits the US!

Listening to: Michael Gray-Borderline.

SCREW SINGLE PLY, REAL MEN USE LEAVES

I Win.

But I digress. So, an aunt and uncle came over to the house today (guess how they are related? a prize to the winner! >>;). They were talking about my hair, how it resembled my dad’s hair in the past (nowadays though? HA, pretty much the baldest of his siblings), with the large amounts of hair and such…although I’m sure it was not in the style of emo, unlike my hair at times. I think the reason why he complains about my hair so much is hair envy…he lacks the hair while I have it. I think baldness is inherited from the mother, and I hope so too, my grandpa wasn’t bald >>;. I hope I’m not too similar to my father, I don’t like him all that much at times…

Now, to the subject I want to rant about…HEELS.

“2) (more to Gary) DUH the only real reasons to wear heals is cause they look nice with our outfit, and they make you a closer hight to your date. Also, they make your legs look HOT XD”

Simply for looks? I swear to the powers that be, STUPIDEST REASON EVER, I stand by that. And from what I hear (and from their looks) they aren’t exactly very comfortable, especially in situations where all you do is STAND AND WALK AROUND. It reminds of foot binding. Eugh. Reminds me of impaling yourself on a spear and calling it fashion. Humans are so irrational and stupid. Moreover, the reason of making your “legs look HOT” is not exactly the best reasoning to use at times…The dude that invented heels? He/she is TOTALLY on my hitlist.

Listening to: Rainbow Road, from Mario Kart Double Dash!!, as ripped from Super Smash Bros. Brawl. It finally completed ><. I don’t seem to be able to get seeds for my other torrent though ><.

KNIFE EYE ATTACK

And so far…

So the new term/semester thing has started. Not much has changed, I suppose, except my government class has been moved to 3rd, so I have a off block in 1st. And I really need it to use it to complete my work…I am failing to work so badly >>). Classes have been hectic as usual though, plenty of work to fail…

The school has implemented a new policy…I don’t know the official wording of it though. It involves an bright neon orange net vest with the room number spray painted on it, and you have to wear it/have it on your person if you’re out of the class without a pass to the office or elsewhere. Allegations of similarity to prison have been made, especially because of the colour. Of course, since I don’t know the official wording, essentially I don’t need to wear it to get around…but of course, I am unsure. Once the official language used in the rule is found out though, I’m sure a loophole could be found >>;.

There’s also a sheet my parent and I have to sign, agreeing that I will uphold those school policies and such…not going to help any, I think. More trees killed, and if people didn’t want to follow the rules, they still aren’t.

I want to go to Pier 39 sometime in the future, apparently there’s some hat store there, I can possibly find one of those old guy tweed flat caps there…that would be kickass.

Listening to: Planet Venom, from Smashing…Live!, the orchestrated soundtrack to Super Smash Bros. Melee! It’s been a while…

wham bam thank you ma’am

Dead Meat

[19:32 50] alchemicalweap0n: Piglet.
[19:32 52] alchemicalweap0n: Hamlet.
[19:33 13] GTEW234: i sliced up a hamlet today ^_^

Might want to avoid that 5th paragraph there…if you fear…

Oh, crappy day, yet awesome day…@_@. Mother went straight instead of turning right, so I almost came in late, I actually left earlier than I did, although that was all for naught what with mummy futzing up the drive. I also forgot my MP3 player at home because I couldn’t find it, that sucked to high heaven T_T. I did have my bigger MP3 player that can’t hold a damn charge, but no headphones=teh fails…

Some guy from Heald College came, talked to us a bit about budgeting and credit cards, and I think I’m going to be screwed up the ass for the budgeting part…I have a very poor idea of what costs how much and shit. Of course, credit card shit sounds rather rough too, while I probably can control my clothes buying and shoes buying, games buying and food is another matter ><.

My English recitation was shit, I thought I knew the shit, but I had unnatural pauses, totally screwed me over good part…I did the “to be or not to be” soliloquy/monologue/lots of lines part from Hamlet since I had around 4 lines of it in my head already, no point in starting up in another spot, though I had some trouble stuffing the lines after “and by opposing, end them” into my end, which is crap for me. I seem to remember random shit better than memorising lines and such. I remember song lyrics though…maybe I have to put to music or something >>;. I also remember some short reading from Chinese school a long time ago, around 2nd grade, word for word, I’m pretty sure that I know the words to it 100%. I can’t write it out, but I can recite it…not that I would gain any benefit from it >>;. I remember putting some odd accent to the words I had to read from that lesson, after that day walking around Chinatown I heard some guy speaking in an odd accent (probably completely natural to him though) in Chinese, so I wanted to mimic that. And now that lesson is indelibly stuck in my head.

Physiology was the high point of the day, for once, I guess. We got to ravage a pig’s corpse. It was supposed to be “dissect”, but hey, first guy to manipulate the razor here, I totally cut into the pig when we only suppose to skin the pig first. Instead, I just totally cut into the muscle (we weren’t supposed to), so essentially we stopped giving a damn then. So we skinned off one side to see the side of the pig, we punctured some organ first so that there was red juice spilling out, no idea what it was though (blood? eh.). The muscle actually looked cooked and white instead of red and raw as I thought it would. I then proceeded to literally yank out the liver. I think we popped the gallbladder, bile came out. We then took out the stomach (cut that open, spilled out the acid), intestines (too lazy to unravel to measure the length, and the large intestine got cut…we saw literal shit), lungs (had white spots on it. must have been diseased), heart (very strong and hard. we cut it open, looked just like the muscle outside instead of the open chambers I expected), spleen, and kidneys. Time was starting to run low…so we started to get at the brain! We beheaded the pig (cut all the tissue away, wrench off the head), tried to skin it (cut at the top, peeled away skin), broke into the skull at top, and got to see a glimpse of brain. I also popped a eyeball, and all the juice came out, though I tried to dig it out, didn’t work. Had I more time, I would have totally cut out the tongue. Really messy affair though, what with the various bodily fluids leaking out the pig, we had to take out the pig and turn it over so that the open side faced down to shake out the juices. So going to hell right here, or get reincarnated as one of them baby pigs >>;. And I’m still laughing…

Well, yay for graphic descriptions of pig eviscerations, I’m now ready to embark upon the night…tonight, I sleep NORMALLY!

Listening to: Clazziquai-Robotica. Their new album is lovely stuff…

i wish we had a katana instead of a razor blade to cut the pig

May the BS be with you >>;

Finally done with Gulliver’s Travels and the accompanying presentation and notes @_@. The group was a bunch of horrible procrastinators, myself included of course, and so resolutions for the next book: get FOUR group members instead of three for less work for us all (WOO), get a member that’s some hardworking overacheiving intimidating ass to intimidate us to get to work (yay no procrastination), read a book that’s been done before just in case we need better notes >>;, and lastly, if it comes to it, do a bit more conquering in divide and CONQUER, which we FAILED at for the book T_T. We need MUCH better logistics for it *sigh*. We completely winged the presentation, which ended up being “fine”, but meh, BS FTW! >>; The notes though…hehe >>; we totally didn’t change the words for each of the sections we copied from the other members, and we said screw book III, yet we had book IV notes >>;. Well, time to hit us with your best shot *sigh*. And next time hopefully we’ll actually read the book instead of using Sparknotes *sigh*.

It’s really coming down this week, there’s a gothic short story due tomorrow, a sonnet due Friday, Trick or Canning tomorrow, a lack of sleep to contend with (which fell me during the English vocab test today *sigh*), photosynthesis test on Friday, and it’s only Tuesday…

I thought last week was bad, but this week is absolutely horrible T_T.

In other news, some kid from elementary school in Chinese Christian Schools found me on Facebook O_O. It’s been what, 7 years? Damn, internets. Oh yeah, haha I have a Facebook now lol STFU FYAD

Damnable cough.

Listening to: DJ Tiesto Ft Kirsty Hawkshaw-Just Be.

i put my hand up puppets

The "n" word

Today in English, teacher handed out an article on the use of the “n” word. After reading it, we discussed the contents of the article, during which We promptly fell asleep, as is Our wont. We woke close to the end of the discussion. While We contributed nothing more valuable than suspected snores, We do have Our thoughts…there were people in the article that wanted to ban the word from vernacular and dictionaries. That seemed rather stupid idea…first of all, banning it from the dictionaries would be like denying its existence. The dictionary should a record of all important words and their definitions, and by removing it from dictionaries would be like saying that it never existed, as if you were saying slavery or the Holocaust never happened. This is why it should not be banned in dictionaries. Banning in vernacular would also be nigh impossible to do; it would cost much money and manpower to do that, completely inefficient use of resources. Funding should be poured into more important things, like social services, relieving poverty and hunger, education, health care, all sorts of more important things than regulating the use of a word, no matter how poorly the word reflects on a history. It would be preferable if the word was not used though, as it still is a taboo racial swear; we must attend to this issue sooner or later, but in our current society, there are still plenty of other things that should attended to first.

After this discussion, we read from Huck Finn. Jim’s dialect is nigh impossible to understand…really annoying…

We’ve been racking up a rather annoying and bad cough. Major failing it right there. Allergies are still there as well…sneezing fits suck. Holding back the sneeze then tickles Our nose…leading to eyes watering. That sucks too. Lovely, a reason to hate spring! Now for sure We can definitely say autumn is Our favorite season. Only thing We dislike about it is the start of school during that time. Bleh. Soon enough though, We won’t even have that, We’ll only have an unending slog of a job…adulthood looks to suck…

Listening to: Naoto Ishida, Yumiko Kanki-Death Wind. From the rearrange album for F-Zero. Awesome jazz piece or something.

SWAP.avi is one of the worst things ever sent against human beings, if not the worst. Damn you, Metis.

College…so very far away…yet so close…

It’s late. I should be getting sleep. And I still have work to do. And I have to go to school a bit earlier than usual to try and get my schedule. And I’m doing this. By god, what is going on in my head?

I went on 2 college tours today. One in Cal State Hayward, or “East Bay”, as it is now. The name change is a bit stupid though, in my opinion. The waste of money gone to changing all the signs that still say Hayward (and there are still a shitload that say that” to Easy Bay is really dumb. Some people just have too much free time. The campus is small compared to others, but is rather grassy. Grass is good for the eyes. That’s nice. If I can’t get into UC Berkeley, Stanford, or UC Davis, then I will most likely go here, as I can’t stand the extreme heats of Southern California.

The next tour I went on was to UC Davis. It is a beautiful campus, with a shitload of bikes. And I really mean that. And many human-on-bikes. They treat it as if it were driving! And it’s making me want to ride my bike again, even though I haven’t ridden in so very, very long. UC Davis has a soil museum. Some people seriously have too much free time. And there were sculptures of eggheads all over the place. Literal eggheads. Just lovely. But it would be a lovely place to go to for college. I think it will be a backup for me.

I decided to walk home tonight. It was a nice walk. At the last moment, I decided to just run to home, on impulse. After around 2 blocks or so, I was out of breath. Goddamn am I out of shape. But then again, when was I ever in shape?

Listening to: Fountains of Wayne-Hackensack.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Had one fucking big omelette